fall 2015
Table of Contents
Return to Home PageA Fire Hydrant on Camino de la Amapola Good to See You Eleanor Kedney
the neighbors knew i divined water Hell is hot Allison DeLauer
Girl I Girl II Carolyn Supinka
(Ouverture) Garry Thomas Morse
The Day Everyone Realized Ron Riekki
Brains Lost to the Earth Melissa Nelson
Saturday Night Charles Springer
revenge/reincarnation annie ross
QED A Moth In Rain Christopher Patton
Yellow Flowers The World Dream Ann Filemyr
Darkening Over Still Water Richard King Perkins II
Can't Stomach Mitchell Grabois
The Insidious Susurration A Conversation Marie-Andree Auclair
a rose is a rose is a rose manhattan Nikki Reimer
In the Cyberspace Icicle Changming Yuan
The Story of Chitin Giri Zoe Dagneault
The Stale Cold Smell of Morning Angela Rebrec
Fault Vodka / Blame Juice Jamie Sharpe
Why, And for What Purpose Is There Something Ace Bogess
Alcohol Fast-slow Continuum Peycho Kanev
what do you talk about desire derives pleasure aren't we missing every thing gary lundy
A Monday The Devil Valentina Cano
Word on the Street Henry Rappaport
Can’t Stomach
Stones are Tums
in this dyspeptic universe
In other words:
we can’t stomach the world
In other words:
human nature is too much to take
Medical marijuana eases nausea,
a common complaint
Acid reflux is one more
aggravation
The acrobat on his unicycle
balances a ten foot stack of dishes
I can make out a slice of pizza
and a Ruben sandwich
He pedals backwards
He balances a ball on his nose
With his chin he eases a bottle of Tums
from his shirt pocket
He tosses the bottle in the air
The tablets fly out
like a spray of stars
Constellations have stories
They have something to say
I wasn’t going to tell you
but I am suffering from stomach cancer
In the early days
friends would hear the news and say:
I’m sorry
and I’d nearly shout:
Don’t tell me you’re sorry
Tell Cancer you’re sorry
Because I’m going to kick Cancer’s ass
send him back to the Cancer Ward
where he belongs
where he can lay on a bed naked and bleeding
and lick his wounds
That’s what I said in the early days
the Days of Hubris